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Good Indian got up and put his ar at all for aher hair the while

"Mother Hart, I stood on the porch and heard what she said in the kitchen She accusedSaunders She said I liked to kill people; that I shot at her and laughed at the e--an Indian My ood woood as if she had been white

"Mother Hart, I' but half my mother's blood I don't remember her--but I respect her memory, and I am not ashairl who thinks of ive? Do you think I could go to that girl in there and--and take her inthat she feels as she does? She can't even forgive --I wanted to have her for er for a beautiful woman, but I've a healthy man's pride as well" He patted the smooth cheek of the only woh rock wall oozing moisture that drip-dripped to the pool below

"I did think I'd go away for awhile," he said after a ed yet, and I never ran I'h, now I don't know--" he hesitated and then went on "Itout there, that day, listening to her carrying on, kind of--oh, I can't explain it But I don't believe I wes half as deep in love as I thought I was I don't want to say anything against her; I've no right, for she's a thousand times better than I am But she's different She never would understand our ways, Mother Hart, or look at life as we do; sos that don't s If you keep your eye glued to a h, you're sure to lose the sense of proportion

"She won't speak to me," he continued after a short silence "I tried to talk to her yesterday--"